Although Tian Tian's melancholy felt sorry for the clone, the person was already dead, so it was useless for her to be sad. It was better to be realistic and get the key as soon as possible.
"So, you said the key is in the possession of the clone who unfortunately died?"
Sky's melancholy asked the two clones, and they both nodded: "Yes, she was trapped and died in a cage. Both of us were injured and couldn't get her out."
"Come on, take me to see it!"
The Melancholy of the Sky followed the two clones into the maze. Because they had already walked through it once and marked it, they did not get lost and soon found the clone's body.
She was lying in a cage, her body covered with arrows. It was obvious that she had been trapped in the cage and then shot to death by the arrows.
"Pitiful."
The melancholy of the sky bowed to the clone: "Thank you for the sacrifice you made for me!"
Then she looked at the body and found that her right hand was clenched into a fist and seemed to be holding something.
"It must be the key!"
Tian Melancholy immediately reached out to lift the iron cage, but the iron cage was too heavy for her to lift alone. The other two clones also came to help, and then they reluctantly lifted the cage to a gap just enough for a person to climb in.
"You guys wait outside."
Sky's melancholy climbed into the cage and took the key from the corpse.
But just as she was about to leave, her ears suddenly moved and she heard some subtle sounds. Her expression changed: "Not good!"
Then she immediately lay down, and a sound of piercing the air sounded from above her head. It was the sound of countless arrows being shot!
"I didn't expect that this trap could still be used!"
Sky's Melancholy lay on the ground and did not dare to move. The cage was too small to dodge, so he could only lie down.
Fortunately, the hidden arrows stopped after a while. Tian Melancholy waited until it was completely safe before he got up, rushed to the cage, and worked with his clone to lift the cage and escape from it.
"Huh... so dangerous!"
She took a deep breath while stroking her chest, and smiled at the two clones: "Look, I got the key, let's go to the next room!"
…
He stood in the newly opened room without emotion, looking at the ten metal chairs placed in the center and lost in thought.
"What do you mean there are so many chairs? Where are the keys?"
He walked to the metal chair to check and found that the chair was fixed to the ground and could not be moved. Moreover, each chair was connected by wires. A thought suddenly flashed in his mind: "Electrocution chair!"
"Welcome to this room!"
At this time, a child's voice suddenly sounded above his head: "Let's play a game together!"
"Haha, indeed!"
He raised his head and looked around without emotion, but saw nothing. It was unclear where the sound came from.
"Tell me, how do you want to play?"
"It's very simple!"
The child said: "There are ten chairs here. Find a few more friends and everyone will sit on them. Then I will give you a big red flower. When I play the drum, you have to pass the flower to the next person." Alone until my drums stop beating.”
He moved the knife and asked without emotion: "Play the drum and pass the flowers? What will happen to the person who gets the flowers?"
"How's it going? Of course you have to be punished, hahaha!" The child's laughter looked very evil. Even if you use the knife without emotion, you know without asking that there will be no good end.
He was silent for a moment and then asked: "Then how many times do we want to play with you?"
"Three times is enough." The child said, "If you are still alive, I will give you the key."
"It's a deal!"
He called out all the clones in one breath without emotion. In the previous room, one clone died because of the trap, so now including him, there are exactly ten people.
Taking a deep breath, he took the lead and sat on the electrocution chair without emotion. The moment he sat on it, steel bars automatically popped out of the electrocution chair to fix him. The same was true for the other clones.
"If that kid hadn't lied to me, three clones would have died this time..."
The remaining six clones should be able to cope with the following situations.
"But the premise is that you kid, don't lie!"
Snapped!
A big red flower was thrown from nowhere, and it happened to fall into the hand of the patient who had no emotion.
A child's voice sounded: "It's about to start, get ready!"
Boom, boom, boom!
Rhythmic drums began to sound, and the big red flower was immediately handed over to the next clone without emotion. Everyone passed it on quickly, even if it was a clone, they didn't want to die.
Dong Dong... Dong!
"Stop passing flowers!"
The child sneered and asked: "Who is this unlucky guy?"
He looked over without emotion and found that it was a clone sitting opposite him. The clone's face was ugly, as if he knew that he was about to die.
Sizzle!
Suddenly, the chair under him released a powerful electric current, which instantly penetrated his body!
The clone's body shook violently, and when the current stopped, he was already dead, and the surroundings were filled with a burnt smell similar to barbecue.
Shandao Buqing noticed that when the electric chair released the current, the electric chair under him and the iron bars holding his body seemed to loosen.
But the time was very short, only a second or two, and then it returned to normal.
"Hahaha! It's so fun! Let's continue!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The drums sounded again. It seemed that because of the tragic death of the first clone, everyone was frightened, and the speed of the big red flower's transmission became faster.
Almost as soon as the flowers were in their hands, they were handed to the next person, as if what they had received was a hot iron.
"Stop passing flowers!"
"Accept the punishment!"
Sizzle!
Electric sparks flashed continuously on one of the clones, and he groaned in pain, and finally became silent.
He looked at this scene calmly and calmly. He made things very clear. The clones were clones. They were all things in the game and had nothing to do with him. There was no need to feel sad because of their deaths.
He paid more attention to the electric chair under him. The previous loosening of the iron bars appeared again. He could basically judge that it was caused by insufficient current.
"Maybe we can take advantage of this situation." He thought to himself.
Finally, the three rounds of drumming and passing flowers were over, and there were three more corpses on the electrocution chair. The remaining people breathed a sigh of relief.
"I've played it three times. Where's the key?"
He looked up without emotion.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I haven't had enough fun yet, let's play again!"
"What?"
He frowned even though he was under the knife. What he was most worried about happened.
This kid is not trustworthy!
He wanted to get up, but found that his body was still firmly fixed on the chair and unable to move, forcing him to continue playing.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of the drum sounded like a reminder, and he had no choice but to continue, but he began to think about what to do next.
"If credit is destroyed, there is only a difference between once and countless times."
He snorted in his heart: "You can't expect this brat to be trustworthy with me. I have to find other ways to get the key!"
